I dont know if something like this has been done before but it seems like fun.
I will start the story one paragraph at the most and then you guys, the members of FTF, will continue the story. Line by line.
You can twist it however you want, you can be weird and silly or dark and dower.
I want this to be a communal story. There are close to 41k members here and i want to see everyone of you bastards participate.

We open here.

Look around you! Look at the death, the destruction!
You have destroyed what we once fought to build. We were unstoppable. And then the betrayal. Please. Tell. Me. WHY.
*he choked out the last words with tears streaming down his dirty face*

Nitrox walked for hours and hours.
He felt lost, alone even hopeless.
As he crested a large hill he saw something, something odd.
As he approched the marble dome he noticed something written above the stone doorway. Something ancient.
It said......

Plated in stunning 24 KT. Gold. Bodies were strewn everywhere all of them in expensive suits. On the top of roof there was a mural of men at a table. Above the mural it read "World Counsel". The mural was signed by Michelangelo.

The FTF Underground had developed a shrinking ray, diminishing his height so that he could access this secret vault. A vault that the New World Order had developed to crush true sons of Liberty everywhere.

Nitrox was still in shock but he pressed foward.
He could hear something in the distance, a deep rumbling echoed from a long dark hallway to his left.
He reseates the magazine in his PT1911 and turns towards the dark hallway.